Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Welcome to Wednesday other wise known as Horny Hump Day

Spurred on by her encouragement, his hand moved to the juncture of her thighs. Charlotte gasped and spread her legs wider inviting him in. He stroked her silken curls, delighted they were already damp.

From The Walls of Jericho

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Monday, January 23, 2012

Monday's Musings...

Monday, the day we catch up from the weekend spent with family and find out what our friends have been up to. This weekend I've had a release of my short story for Passion In Print.

Here is a small sampling....

He didn’t want to lie any more. He thought about the things
Clint said to him earlier in the day. He swallowed and took the
first step. “I had no choice, Charlotte. It was leave you or die.”
He took a deep breath and pulled his mug closer.

“I don’t understand,” she began. “Your letter. My father.
Everyone talking about the woman you left with?”

“You weren’t supposed to understand, Charlotte. Your
father wanted it dead and over. The girl was from the laundry.
She needed a ride, like me, out of town, all arranged by your
father and Perry.”

From THE WALLS OF JERICHO
$2.99 at http://passioninprint.com/ShowBook.php?CR=TB_WALLSJERICHO

Saturday, January 21, 2012

The Walls of Jericho is now live and for sale!!

What a wonderful thing to wake up to this morning - your book, your cover, your name on a publisher's site.. Very heady..

The Walls of Jericho is a short sensual romance that has been labeled as Spicy by the editors of Passion in Print. So what does this mean? A spicy rating means the story will have a high level of sensuality, detailed love scenes, graphic description of anatomy and of sexual acts. IT IS NOT your mother's romance.

The Walls of Jericho is a bit more gritty, a bit more sensual. The heroine and hero have a past relationship, neither are new to the lovemaking scene. They are rekindling a relationship and are definitely soul mates. Neither has forgotten what they mean to each other or how well they know each others bodies.

Will they have a happy ending? Would I as the author tell you? Well, you know its a romance so happily ever after is a must, but I hope you'll take time and see how they get to their ending. Come meet Jericho Rivers and Charlotte Murray and take part in the adventure to capture the Phantom and find love.






Jericho Rivers survived the past five years by building walls around his heart. The reappearance of the grey stallion called the Phantom threatens his well-planned life.

Charlotte Murray dreams of owning the Phantom. Years ago, she and Jericho chased the horse along Shadow Valley finding love. When Jericho left, she had to get over his betrayal. Charlotte must ask the one man she can't forget for help and finds more than she bargained for - such as her father's scheme to keep them apart. Can love survive when the walls of Jericho come tumbling down?


http://passioninprint.com/ShowBook.php?CR=TB_WALLSJERICHO

$2.99

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Reflections...

What is in the release of a novel, a short, a novella? Many people think that its easy to sit down and write boy meets girl, boy and girl grow close together, boy and girl fight and break up, they come back together and in the end realize their love can not be wasted on uncertainty creating their happily ever after. However, just like in a novel, the process of creating these lives takes time.

The writing process evolves for me with the smallest of scenes. Something that nags me to a level of consciousness that I can not let go. Sometimes its the smallest gesture, a smell, a sound, a single phrase of words that stick in my brain and bury itself in the endless fertilizer that circles my gray matter. No matter how I try to ignore it, it sits, grinning like the Cheshire Cat and waiting for that moment when I am least resistant to pounce.

The Walls of Jericho was such a story. In my mind, I could hear the thunder of horse's hooves as they raced along the canyon. I could smell the smoke of the hardwood fire and I could hear, Charlotte Murray's voice laden with desire as she asked Jericho Rivers to make lover to her out on the trail.

It is a good story, I solid tale of love once spurned now rekindled. I hope you, the reader will enjoy....

Check out Passion in Print for the January releases and tag along for the ride as the Walls of Jericho come tumbling down.

Excerpt...

For a moment, he thought she might be sincere. As quick as her expression registered surprise, the knowledge of her betrayal gave way to his bitter bile. “Don’t think that highly of yourself, Charlotte. Someone might believe you.”

She blinked as if he had struck her and took one small step back. Seizing the opportunity, he shouldered his canteen and took a step past. She gave a thin gasp and her hand clutched his arm. Beneath the cotton of his shirt, Jericho felt his skin
catch fire. The heat he had held at bay tore loose and tumbled through his chest, settling deep within his bones.

“What happened or didn’t happen between us--” she paused. “Jericho, I couldn’t live knowing my actions cost you your happiness.”

They were so close. He could feel an unstrung rope swirlabout them, binding their souls together. Her breath came in gulps and he could see the rise of her full breasts against her cotton shirt, which served as a barrier to his hands. He wanted
her. No, he told himself and stiffened his resolve, choosing to focus instead on the long five years of simmering anger. “Nice words. Tell me, did you learn them in Chicago or New York?”

Her eyes widened, but he knew she was no innocent.

“You didn’t cover your tracks well, Charlotte.” He couldn’t help himself. He stepped closer. The faint scent of rosewater lifted from her body. Does she still carry that handkerchief dipped in that perfume between her luscious mounds? “Do you think the local papers wouldn’t have jumped on the reports of Michael Murray’s daughter dancing with the Governor’s son?” He leaned closer. Her color rose high in her cheeks. “What gowns you wore. Your latest conquests, all the way to the east coast.”

“It... It wasn’t like that,” she began to protest.

Jericho wasn’t in the mood. His blood stirred and overruled the cool of his head. His arms snaked about her middle and snatched her to his chest. His glance focused on her full lips. “Tell me,” he said, through gritted teeth. “Did they kiss like
this?”

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Thursday, January 5, 2012

Need something fun to do this Sunday

Check out Abbey Macinnis Blog spot, Sunday SweetSpot Author. That's right I'll be there, bright and early on the 8th, with a bit about my day and my new and first release with Passion In Print entitled The Walls of Jericho.

Everyone loves cowboys, the quintessential American folk hero, and I'm not immune. Come meet Jericho Rivers and Charlotte Murray. Read an excerpt then be sure and stop by Passion In Print on January 21st and pick up a copy for your e reader.

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Yours,

Tessa

Monday, January 2, 2012

It's here! It's finally here!




I am honored and excited to present to you, the cover of my upcoming release with Passion in Print. A novella entitled Walls Of Jericho and its set to release this month.


Excerpt from Walls of Jericho
by Tessa Berkley

"What happened or did not happen between us--” she paused. “Jericho, I couldn’t live knowing my actions cost you your happiness.”
They were so close. He could feel an unstrung rope swirl about them, binding their souls together. Her breath came in gulps and he could see the rise of her full breasts against her cotton shirt, which served as a barrier to his hands. He wanted her. No, he told himself and stiffened his resolve, choosing to focus instead on the long five years of simmering anger. “Nice words. Tell me, did you learn them in Chicago or New York?”
Her eyes widened, but he knew she was no innocent.
“You did not cover your tracks well, Charlotte.” He couldn’t help himself. He stepped closer. The faint scent of rosewater lifted from her body. Does she still carry that handkerchief dipped in that perfume between her luscious mounds? “Do you think the local papers would not have jumped on the reports of Michael Murray’s daughter dancing with the Governor’s son?” He leaned closer. Her color rose high in her cheeks. “What gowns you wore. Your latest conquests, all the way to the east coast.”
“It... It wasn’t like that,” she began to protest.
Jericho wasn’t in the mood. His blood stirred and overruled the cool of his head. His arms snaked about her middle and snatched her to his chest. His glance focused on her full lips. “Tell me,” he said, through gritted teeth. “Did they kiss like this?”
“Jericho, no.”
He silenced her with a crushing kiss. Her fingers flattened against his chest as if to push him away. He moved his mouth across hers as if she were some sugary confection he could not savor enough. Her fingers relaxed and sank deep into the muscles along his shoulders clutching him tighter. His plan to bring her to submission, make her remember all that they had been, all that they had lost, slipped away. The more his lips touched hers, the more he could not forget.
Stroking and suckling, he teased her lips apart. Her tongue curled to the roof of her mouth and he brushed across the tender tissue of the underside. She moaned in delight. He repeated the process and her fingers dug into his skin. Jericho kept the pressure on her mouth as his right hand slid over her hip.
Slowly, deliberately, he kissed across her cheek toward the heated throbbing in the vein below her ear. He suckled the gentle skin and heard the rush of her breath past his ear. His fingers drew up the leg of her split skirt while his mouth drove any thoughts of resistance from her mind. He brushed his hand across the skin of her thigh.